Confusion and shock over whelmed me. With my eyes wide open I listened to the rest of the revelation. By the time my parents had finished talking, I went upstairs to my room took off my jacket and lay down on the bed rethinking what I had just been told. I was an adopted child who was part of a twin. My mother had died giving birth to us and she put all her hated soul into me and all her gentle soul into my other sibling. She was a sorceress and she gave birth to two sorcerers. Ashley said that I had great amount of power but I abuse it as I also have a great amount of anger. The slightest thing could set me off. On the other hand my kin was gentle and people adored him. This wasn’t fair; I didn’t want to be like this. Anger entered my body and I could feel it buzzing around my body wanting to let it self-loose. I had no control over it. With an al-mighty roar I let it out and the roof exploded over my head. His name was Pedro and mine was Andre
The day I got back to school, wasn’t a great day as I was tormented by my teachers. Mr Guiles was nagging to me about the aspects of manners. As if things were not worse enough, I laid my head on the desk, closed my eyes and thought about nothing.
“Oh look class” said mr.guiles “look who has decided that he’s sleeping beauty, well princess I suggest you get up and pay attention”. I ignored his comment and carried on thinking about nothing. “You better get up; I’ve talked to your parents. Yes, I saw them on parents evening and I tell you now they had a lot to say about you”. That alerted my senses. I lifted my head and stared into his eyes. “Yes, now you better keep listening or I’ll embarrass you and that wouldn’t be nice, would it”. My nose flared as I pursed my lips. How dare he share confidential information! How dare he!
“Yes, I know all…”
“Enough!” I cut him off. My possessive voice muted the whole class room. I carried on staring at him. My legendary stare. Power was forming and I enjoyed it. Mr Guiles held his throat. He started to gasp asking for air. Students ran screaming and at that moment I pounced on him, stabbing his jugular vein. My dagger that I got the day before from one of the ex-pupils was fresh with blood. I turned around and saw Mr Kendall gazing with his mouth wide open. My anger came to life again an in an instant his jugular vein blood was on my dagger as well.
Years went by and I was living on my own as Maryiln and Ashley kicked me out. I was at the pub, drinking heavily, pint after pint. There were two drunken men next to my stool, smiling goofily. They looked sick and filthy and I just wanted to kill them. And that’s what I did. Jabbed them both with my dagger. And left the pub with no meaning of life. I headed to my loaned apartment through the woods, wiping the beer saliva from my mouth with the back of my hand. I sensed a shadow and ever so quickly I jumped on to the branch of a tree. Something knocked me off and I was on the ground wrestling an unknown figure. I lay on the ground, overpowered. With one foot on my chest, the mysterious character removed his balaclava.
“Pedro” I chuckled darkly. “How nice to meet you again”. He looked at me with gentle but resilient eyes.
“You have to stop these assassinations. You cannot go on and kill every man that does not suit your need” Pedro exclaimed. “This isn’t what our gifts are for”.
“Gift!” I thundered. “You call this a gift. Every night I go to sleep crying with jealousy as I was the one who was given the evil force. You have it easy, try and control hatred and anger and I assure you that you will never succeed”. I twisted his ankle and tripped him on to the earth. I lashed out with fury and plunged my hand into his face wanting to rip it apart. He resented the move and we battled it out brother against brother, sorcerer against sorcerer until there was a last man standing. Finally my strength gave through and as I looked him in the eye bringing the dagger down, we both disintegrated into the dark night sky.
Who would think that the last time would be when I pressed the blade against his neck.
